Couldn’t sleep, thinking, moon coming on, remembering, the morning is not here yet. Something has got me moving. I slipped out of the bedroom and my dog is all over me and I know what he’s thinking. He’s thinking that we are up early because we are off on a hunting trip today. Sorry buddy, maybe tomorrow.

I feed Sture and make breakfast for myself. French toast comes together from slices of stale baguette and very fresh eggs from a neighbor. I fry that up with olive oil and put a big spoonful of Rebecca’s blackberry jelly on top. And with coffee, nice.

But this isn’t about breakfast or cooking. Last evening Rick brought Kelly over for a reunion and that is where this all started. Remember I said that I would give you a report. Yea, the Three Amigos together again after our various Camino experiences. Kelly and Rick looked great.

We talked Camino and Rebecca joined us. News of great people, places and events were shared by Rick. Kelly, the last back, had news about folks that I had met, some who I had heard about and some that were totally new to me. So I served the flan that I had made earlier in the day. That was my second flan adventure by the way and it turned out good though slightly different. But this isn’t about French toast or flan or cooking.

Rick talked about his walk after leaving Santiago. He loved Moosha (sp?, off my maps) but skipped Finisterre proper. And he went into detail about his and my walk together where separated from Kelly. We all had catching up to do.

After the guys had taken off, Rebecca asked how I thought it went and I told her that something was odd although I couldn’t put my finger on it. Something was off. Kelly and Rick had been there in the flesh and blood with us a minute ago but something was different and it was disconcerting. Things were slightly off. And that is what had me not sleeping and up early and writing to you and well to myself.

What had happened was that we had changed, slightly. We were there in our physical bodies but it seemed that we weren’t the Rick, Kelly nor Phil that I we where when we were last together in July. I think that we were slightly off to each other but I hate to speak for other people. But this is all good, I am sure.

Dawn is here. Sture is wondering why his master is slightly off. I am thinking that this post is getting too long, too wordy. Hmmm.

But also something else showed up that has sparked my interest. Both Rick and Kelly touched on topics that got me thinking and moving early. What they said independently was related as they talked about the same thing, I think, although they come at it from different angles. Interesting.

Kelly talked about real people on the trail by name. Names included Sherif, Cherry and Anse. I am going to borrow those names from Kelly to try and describe a dynamic here so bear with me. I hope that the real people don’t mind but this is pretty factual. Ready? Here we go: So, I talked with Sherif on my first or second day but didn’t walk with him till later. Cherry came in and we met and at some point walked together. Kelly walked with her. Then Sherif and Cherry walked together and had big adventures. I walked with Kelly a lot but not all the time. Kelly and Emily walked a lot together or was that earlier? Then I had to bus ahead to met Rick. Kelly stayed to keep walking and then Anse, from Netherlands, showed up. OK, are you thoroughly confused? Yes, good, I was successful. Keep reading please.

Then Rick brought up an observation, that we pilgrims, never talked about the towns that we had gone through that day. I protested saying that we dilly dallied around for hours in the evenings discussing the day, how was that possible?

Well look, Kelly will be here in half an hour to get me up on my feet and walking again so have to go for now and get ready. Sorry to leave you with this cliffhanger but we will have time to bring it together tomorrow. OK? Thanks, I knew you would understand. Love, Phil.